His Eyes
Blue. Like the ocean...
Glaring at me like a cutting knife.
Subtle, but not simple.
Telling me to give in, and obey.
I do not like these stares;
Walk away, girl..while you still can.
How could something so beautiful bring such despair?
Wanna run fast toward a new life
Wish those eyes would let you be free and go with me.
But they cannot let go of their insecurities.
Yes, I gotta be on my way..
Before his eyes catch back up to me.
Glaring at me like a cutting knife.
Subtle, but not simple.
Telling me to give in, and obey.
I do not like these stares;
Walk away, girl..while you still can.
How could something so beautiful bring such despair?
Wanna run fast toward a new life
Wish those eyes would let you be free and go with me.
But they cannot let go of their insecurities.
Yes, I gotta be on my way..
Before his eyes catch back up to me.
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